Partners by Moonlight

(A/N: I’m back! I apologize for the errors in the previous chapter, when ever I’m fully awake, I’ll try to fix them. On with the story...)



Chapter 10

Nude Lesson, a Good Reason Not to Piss Kurama Off.

Kuroune felt something curl around his ankles then slide up his legs. As he looked down, two vines caught his upper arms, pulling him against the tree. Struggling wasn’t an option, the vines held him fast to the soft barked tree. No matter how much he pulled and tugged on them, they wouldn’t budge an inch. A gentle touch to his chin made him freeze.

The youko pushed his chin up, so their eyes were almost level despite the fact that Kuroune was taller than him. “It’s time you learned your place...” The vines tightened their hold on the winged demon, expressing their master’s anger.

Despite his predicament, Kuroune didn’t move. It felt as though everything around him had slowed. Trying to gather himself together for a coherent thought was like wading through molasses. Only once had Kurama ever attacked him, and that was during his ‘test’. He was brought out of his thoughts by a sharp pain. Looking up at him with smiling eyes was Kurama, teeth digging into Kuroune’s inner thigh. From the look at the tattered remains of his pants and the thin bloody lines, Kurama had dragged his claws down his right pant leg.

Letting out a quick breath, Kuroune strained against his bindings. Panic crept into his mind as soon as he realized that the vines wouldn’t budge an inch. He hated being restrained. It reminded him of the things his father used to do to him.

“Let me go!” Kuroune growled, his eyes narrowing.

Kurama licked the small amount of blood seeping from the bite mark on Kuroune’s thigh. Standing up slowly, he reached up and stroked his captive’s cheek with his thumb. “No... What you did was wrong, and I need to teach you a little lesson.” The youko rubbed at Kuroune’s growing hardness with the heel of his hand. “Besides, this is way too much fun to pass up.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue over Kuroune’s bottom lip, then lightly pressed his lips against the other’s. “Stop bitching and enjoy yourself,” he whispered against Kuroune’s soft lips.

As Kurama moved down to lick and nibble along Kuroune’s neck, two sides of the winged demon’s mind warred. Part of him wanted to rip through the vines, his pride called for it. The rest of him... the part that was winning... wanted more. The way Kurama’s hand grazed over the exposed skin on his stomach or how his skilled fingers nimbly awakened his member, all of it was driving him crazy.

Hate it or love it, Kurama was set on this form of ‘discipline’. He took his time removing the last remnants of Kuroune’s clothing, not bothering to be gentle when doing so. Kurama seemed reluctant to remove them by normal means, choosing instead to rip and scratch them off his body. By the time the last shred had fallen to the ground, his skin resembled that of an assistant to a knife thrower with bad aim.

Kurama chuckled as he lapped at Kuroune’s chest, licking any blood that might have seeped out. “Good thing you bought more than one...” The youko took a step back, eyeing his handy work. With a small wave of his hand, the vines around Kuroune coiled around him even more, tightening their grip. They lifted him away from the tree then slammed him into the ground, Kuroune grunting from the force of impact. As Kuroune watched, Kurama stripped away his robes and threw them over a branch. He lowered himself to his knees, eyes never leaving Kuroune’s.

The winged demon snickered, “I think I like you better that way,” referring to the kneeling kitsune. He gasped as Kurama’s fingers curled around his member then felt a cold puff of air on his weeping erection.

“Funny, I think I like you better this way too.”

“I don’t,” Kuroune growled.

The kitsune’s tongue lapped at the tip of his length while his hand stroked it slowly. “Liar.” He nibbled around the edges of the head. “You like it and your body even agrees with me...” Kurama took the head into his mouth, sucking hard, then slid the rest of Kuroune’s length into his mouth.

Kuroune moaned then bit his lip. He didn’t want the wretched kitsune knowing just how much he was enjoying this. His hands balled into fists, nails digging into his palms. The youko continued his work on Kuroune, finger tips playing against the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. After a while Kuroune gave up and started panting, edging closer and closer to his release. A low growl ripped from his throat when the warm mouth was removed from Kuroune’s member.

“Patience...” Kurama lifted himself to hover nose to nose with Kuroune, scraping his elegant and firm body against the winged demon’s. The youko lifted and tossed away Kuroune’s hat then unbound his hair. He buried his face into Kuroune’s neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. Kuroune took the opportunity to bite the nearest ear, tongue flickering out to lick the soft furry tip. Kurama purred, nipping playfully at his captive’s neck.

“Let me go,” he whispered softly, the whiffs of air from his words tickling the youko’s ear.

“Not yet...” Kurama whispered back with equal softness. The vines lifted and spread Kuroune’s legs as Kurama shifted his body to accommodate them. “I’m not done yet.” He moved his body away from Kuroune’s, a small smile on his lips. The golden eyes that had first caught Kuroune’s attention now stared down at him, a little bit of vicious glee in them instead of the former iciness.

A plant sprouted beside them, a golden flower shaped like a pitcher blooming within seconds. Kurama dipped his fingers into the flower’s bowl then spread the contents over his length. With a flick of his wrist, the plant shriveled and receded back into the dirt. Grinning slyly, Kurama positioned himself at Kuroune’s entrance. He gripped both of Kuroune’s hips tightly then thrust himself inside. They both groaned as Kurama moved slowly inside Kuroune.

Pleasure burned through Kuroune’s body every time the youko drove his member inside of the winged demon, rubbing at the extra sensitive cluster of nerves. Kurama’s pace was maddening, too slow to do anything but bring small bursts of pleasure.

Seeing the frustrated look on Kuroune’s face, Kurama grinned impishly and continued on with the small amount of torture. Only when both bodies shook with need did Kurama abandon his tormenting of the winged demon for a quicker pace. Kurama grabbed Kuroune’s length and matched the stroking with his thrusts.

The youko leaned over and grabbed a handful of Kuroune’s hair, at the base of his neck, and tugged his lover’s head to meet his lips. Hungrily he kissed his captive, tongue dancing with Kuroune’s. The winged demon moaned against Kurama’s lips. They separated for a moment, panting and groaning with pleasure.

Kuroune’s breath caught in his throat as his orgasm hit, a blinding wave of pleasure hitting his body in full force. His seed spilled over Kurama’s swiftly moving hand, hitting both of their stomachs.

The sudden tightness around the youko’s throbbing member sent him over the edge, claws digging into the soft flesh of Kuroune’s hip. Kurama arched his back suddenly, sending the silky silver hair flying over his shoulders. He moaned Kuroune’s name softly, hips twitching as the last of his orgasm fled his body.

Kurama carefully removed himself from Kuroune, disentangling his fingers from the soft black hair. Kuroune peeked open an eye and Kurama smiled, rising to his feet. He swiftly dressed then turned back to Kuroune.

“Feh, you call that a punishment?” Kuroune mumbled to himself.

The vines started to slink away from Kuroune, unwrapping themselves from their various places on his body. “I never said it was a punishment, I said it was a lesson. Besides, THAT wasn’t even the lesson... That was just fun.” Kurama laughed, and began to walk away. “This is your lesson, in why screwing with me is not wise.” He paused, looking back at Kuroune from over his shoulder. “I had one dirty old man peeking at me, you’ll have the whole town. Have fun getting back to the room with no clothes.” Kurama laughed again, walking off with a little spring to his step.

“Damn it,” Kuroune growled, sitting up. He decided to check over his body and what ever damage that had been done. The small scratches on various parts of his body had already scabbed up, the minutes amount of blood spilled from them smeared so that he’d be hard pressed in finding an inch of him that wasn’t covered in blood. It was a bit of a surprise to find that Kurama had avoided scratching any where near his wings, the wings themselves only aching a bit from being slammed into the ground and pinned in an uncomfortable fashion.

He looked like he had been in a fight fis lis life. The truth was, if someone looked hard enough, they’d notice how small and shallow the scratches were and that the only danger he faced was attracting a blood feeding demon. Kuroune paused in his ruminations and looked around. That wouldn’t be rare for this area, though most vampiric demons fed at night.

He’d already resigned himself to strolling down the street nude, now the question was if he should find a stream to wash off in or not. Kuroune got to his feet and brushed off the dirt from his backside. He sighed and decided to find a stream to bathe in. The dirt, leaves, and everything else you’d expect to find on the forest floor was stuck in the dried blood. His hair now flowed freely down his back and over his shoulders. If it was just a few inches longer, he’d have at least a little privacy. Bits of leaves were stuck in it; red, green and golden pieces standing out amongst the midnight black hair.

Silently he cursed those who had chased him that night. If he hadn’t been hurt, he would have be able to take to the air and find a body of nearby water. While the area struck by the arrow was healing nicely, and he was regaining use of his wings, the healing was no where complete. Climbing a tree and using the height to glide to where ever it was he wanted to go was the only real option he had. The branches of the trees around him were covered in thick thorns, not too inviting for a naked demon to climb.

After retrieving his hat he carefully picked his way through the brush, one hand cupping his genitals for fear of catching them on some of the sharp branches that snaked out of the brush. The smell of moisture hit his nose first, then he saw the glint through the trees branches and brush. Moving gingerly closer to the body of water, he paused at it’s shore. The water was crystal clear and moving at a decent pace. It was barely deep enough for fish to swim about, so he didn’t fear being swept away by the current. He knew though, from a hard learned lesson spent with one of his many brothers, that those fish could easily gnaw the flesh from his bones.

“Must everything in this damn world be carnivorous?” Kuroune grumbled to himself. There were softer and thinner branches nearby, ones that didn’t have thorns, so Kuroune grabbed the smallest one to tear away from the tree. He scrapped off a few flecks of blood at the end of the branch, accidently opening a healing scratch. Seeing it as an opportunity, he dipped more of the branch into his blood then thrust it into the stream. The fish jerked away from the sudden movement, not sticking around to investigate the source of the splash. If they had been the flesh eaters, the smell of fresh blood mixing with the water would have driven them wild and they would have attacked the stick.

Still wary of an onslaught of skin devouring fish, he slid into the water quickly. The blood was easily washed off; the chunks of dirt and leaves clinging to the scabbed over scratches were another thing. While it stung to do it, he had to clean each wound thoroughly. A few opened once more, and he kept an eye on the fish. As soon as every scratch was cleaned he hopped out of the small stream, the water clearing almost instantly.

Kuroune sighed, knowing what he had to do next. The town wasn’t hard to locate, just by smell alone he could find it through the dense forest. By the time he made it back to the edge of town, the sun was sinking into the ground. The sky was shot with crimson, looking very much like bloody ink. On the opposite horizon, night crept up and the stars winked from their positions in the sky.

He completely ignored the stares he was receiving when he strolled into town like nothing was out of the ordinary. Which it wasn’t, many demons walked around in the nude... just not demons that had a hominoid form. Kuroune whid tod to himself, shrugging off the stares. Nudity didn’t bother him one bit.

Half way through the town, three bulking demons fell into step behind him, whispering between each other. Out of the corner of his eye Kuroune saw one of them point and sneer at him. The gleam in the demon’s eyes as well as the way his eyes roamed over Kuroune’s body told the winged demon everything he needed to know.

The tavern he and Kurama was staying at wasn’t far now, just two streets ahead. That’s when he felt a rough scaley hand grab his shoulder. Kuroune’s instincts kicked in, automatically knocking the hand away and turning around to face his attackers. He spun into a crouch, ready for a fight.

“Heh heh heh... Nice, now we get a full frontal view too.” The smallest one chuckled, eyes fixed below Kurounes waist.

They started to spread out, each calling mocking jeers to Kuroune. To the left of the winged demon, a swoosh of air alerted him to a new presence, a heartbeat before their attack began. A green streak ripped through the air, too quick to even be called a blur. The three demons stared in shock at the form before them, then fell to the ground in many bloody pieces.

“Hmm... can’t take care of yourself with out me, Kuro?” Kurama smirked, turning to face his partner.

Kuroune snickered, “heh... you were worried about me.”

Kurama narrowed his eyes, walking past the winged demon with his head held high. “If that’s all the thanks I’m going to get for saving your life...... And I was NOT worried.” The youko’s tail swished from side to side languidly, a movement Kuroune usually saw when Kurama was excessively pleased with himself.


(A/N: If you want updates to when the next chapter comes out, email me at shadowscall@dragonball-gt.zzn.com and I’ll let you know when ever I update. =^_^=)